Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1887-01-13
HER MATCHMAKING.
.well, do you like him, Kitty?'
LII ,.o,.n much Sally. daari''

well, do YOU like hlin, hitty
.'0h, very much. Sally, dearW
"His lovely mustache and his big.
blue eyesg Did you notice. Kitty?
"Blue, Why they're sort of green
ish-grey; and his mustache is decidedly
stabby.'
"Stubbyr'
Miss Sally Wilson dropped the paper
in which she was twisting her hair for
the night, and turned upon her friend
i with gasp.
"Stubby! For mercy sakes of whom
are you taiking?"
why. of Mr.. Beadle. to be sure
Mr.. Alfred Beadle, the great bondhold-
er, the hero of the evening; OF whom
elsea"
Kitty pulled of one small white slip
per, and stood twirling around upon the
other and laughed gleefully.
Sally watched her in dismayed ST.
lence.
mir. Beadle." she said, reproach-
fully. "You ksoO ! mean Howard Ben
nett.
! Kitty paused in her giddy revolutions
! and sat down. with her rounded elbows
on the bureau, and her lovely, flushed
face in her hands.
Dear memo didn't" che said,
| fixing her soft eyes wondering on
Sally's troubled face. But come to
think of il, he WdS rather nice-looking
Salb groaned Was this the reward
of all her love schemesp Was this the
way in which her dreams wer to be re-
alized--her hopes be fulfilled.
| Miss Wilson was very romantic
young lady She had always been, and
rejoiced in being.
As regarded herself, she had long
since come 10 the conclusion that any
romantic ending was. if not quite mn
! possible. al least most unlikely.
She was not. in the hrst place, of the
proper appearances.
She was not imposing enough for the
queenly sort of heroine set forth in her
favor;te novels, and she had not the
necessary raven locks and naughty
manner, and the petite and babyish
style was equally out of the question.
She had not retr0usse nose, nor
pleading, blue eyes, and her stock OF
dimples extremely limited and only
visible by painful contortions.
Then her circumstances were very
much against her.
Sally was an heiress. and her parents
being dead. she was living with an aunt
whom she had raised from the obscur-
ity of dressmaking to preside over the
beautiful home to which she had recent
ly returned from boarding school
Nobody could ever love her madly
for herself alone reach across bar
rier of poverty, aud marry her in the
face of a disappearing world.
Sally sometimes regretted that her
father had been the highly successful
railway contractor that he had been.
Her very name was discouraging.
Sally Wilson, Who could conceive of
anything interesting happening to a
person with so horribly prosaic a
name?
But Kitty! 1t was all livery different
with Kitty. Sally's romantic soul had
thrilled with prophetic delight the mo-
ment she had seen her--sitting on one
foot in one of Madame Lavine's school
room windows.
Kitty had been educated by bachelor
uncle. She was beautiful and penniless
the very qualifications for heroine,
Sally had reflected
She had taken her under her wing as
it were; and now that school was over.
she had brought her home with her for
long visit--the chief object of which
was that Kitty and Howard Bennett
might be brought together.
Sally had met him while at home on
her last vacation. and had Immediately
consigned him in her heart to Kitty.
What could be more fitting. more de-
lightful? Howard was fair, Kitty bru-
nette-which was just as it should be.
Howard was calm, languid, and slight
ly pensive; Kitty was gay and viva
cious. Opposite qualities were always
necessary for perfect happiness.
The time has arrived for the fulfill.
ment of her hopes and schemes.
Sally had given her first reception;
and from her position as hostess had
noticed the progress OF affairs breath
lessly.
She had watched their meeting and
their subsequent intercourse anxiously;
she had eontriyed that they should go
in to supper together. though that had
been no easy matter, Mr.. Alfred
Beadle-the reputed millionaire, con-
corning whom everybody was so ride
ulously stirred up-having shown dang.
erous intention of taking himself, and
Howard having been so obtuse as to
offer his arm to bis hostess.
But these difficulties and few SINH
lar ones, she had bravely surmounted.
and had waited eagerly till the last
guest had gone. to hear Kitty's verdict.
Rather good lookingr' she repeat
ed. despairiugly. ''Why he's a perfect
Adonis, Kitty
"Oh, well. don't know" said Kit
! ty, composedly. Howard. she went
on dreamily, ''he looks as though his
name was Howard; all the Howards l
ever knew were big and fair. and
rather soft, and"
She stopped suddenly; snd had
| caught a glimpse of Sally's face in the
| glass.
I'm sorry, dear! suppose he's a
great friend of YOU'RE" she said apollo
getieally, But really didn't think
him so entertaining as Mr.. Beadle, and
he hasn't half the money, you know. ="
and Kitty laughed wickedly.
MIR. Beadle again! Sally's heart
sank. She might have expected some
thing of the sort. Kitty was so totally
different from herself She could never
be made to see things as Sally saw
them; she was distressingly matter.of-
fact.
Sally sat bordering seriously, with
the lights turnel low, after Kitty,
flushed and tired, and happy, had fall
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